Driving Home

I had the glorious privilege of driving home. alone. with my youngest in the car. Alone.

While some may think that this is a great time to bond with said child.  I found it a reflection of myself. 

 Which for my friends is this..... Am I Really THIS Random!?!?!

Here are bits of the conversation.

Buggy:  Mommy, When are we going to Starbucks?

Me:  Not tonight.

Buggy: 'cause I love coffee.  One time at school.  I left my chocolate milk alone for a really long time and then I drank it and (her hand to her heart.  eyes as wide as the can be. southern accent in a 7 year old voice) it tasted Just. Like. Coffee.(higher pitch) - LOVE it! 

Me:  Really?

Buggy: Yes (In the Are you kidding me voice?)

Me:  I would think it would taste like hot milk.  Eeeew.

Buggy:  You should try it some time.  You'll love it.  Just. Like. Coffee.

Me:  I don't think so.

Buggy:  Is tomorrow good?

Me: For what?

Buggy:  Starbucks.

Me:  NO you have HSM camp.

Buggy: tomorrow night?

Me:  No, you're spending the night at Mimi's.

Buggy: Friday night?

Me:  That's too far away.

Buggy:  (singing)  Jump In,  Jump Out!

Turn yourself around!

Jump In, Jump Out!

Introduce yourself.

My name is Buggy (Yeah)

I tell no lies (Yeah)

I'm gonna be a star (Yeah)

'Til the day I die (Oh, Yeah)

And when I die. (Yeah)

Please bury me deep. (Yeah)

And put my tiara (Yeah)

Up on my feet (Oh, Yeah)

Then we went through her name 3 more times, Karen, Shelby, Sue, Susan, Papa Johns, and any other establishment.

Buggy:  Mommy?

Me:  Yes?

Buggy:  When can I go swimming?

Me: I dunno.

Buggy:  'cause I really  like to put my face under water.

Me: I see

Buggy:  Mommy?

Me:  Yes?

Buggy:  Can garage doors kill you?

Me:  I don't (pause) think so.

Buggy:  Oh.   But, then I can go to heaven.

Buggy:  Mommy?

Me:  *sigh* Yes?

Buggy:  When will I go to heaven?

Me: (thinking to myself -don't let this bother you....) When God calls you to heaven.

Buggy: No... when I DIE!

Me:  That's when God calls you to heaven.

Buggy:  No, you die, God wakes you up and then you are in heaven.

Me: Sounds good.

Buggy:  Can you die in heaven?

Me:  No, only on earth.

Buggy:  I like to call him Bells.

Me:  Call who Bells?

Buggy:  You know like you ring?

Me: WHHAT?

Buggy:  (riiiiiiiiing) like that.  The one's you ring?

Me:  I got the bells part.  Who are you calling Bells?

Buggy:  The bad guy God.

Me:  The who?

Buggy:  The bad guy God.  You know the God over where the bad guys go.

Me:  (Light bulb ON!)Oh.

Buggy:  They live in bad guy heaven, you know.

Me:  That they do.

Buggy:  I'm not going there.

Me:  You're right.

Buggy:  Are you going to lock the doors?

Me:  (confused. again.) To what?

Buggy: To the car (Duh?!?!)

Me:  I can.

Buggy:  I hope the windows don't break.

Me:  I don't think they will. (pulling into driveway)

Buggy:  Don't forget.

Me:  I won't.